Vivian sat alone at the table in the restaurant, her anticipation gradually turning into impatience. The minutes seemed to stretch on endlessly as she anxiously checked her wristwatch, watching the hands move slowly. It was already past 7 p.m., and still, there was no sign of Abigail.
The waiter approached her, ready to take her order, but she politely requested that he come back later.
Her attention was solely focused on the entrance, hoping to catch a glimpse of Abigail's familiar figure. Time passed, and her impatience mounted with each passing second.
It was half past 7 p.m., and Vivian's doubts started to seep in. She questioned whether Abigail would actually show up.
The flicker of hope she had held onto began to fade, replaced by a sense of disappointment and uncertainty.
